Two years ago, in Chaoyang City, Chen Cun and the other three red-clothed priests blew themselves up with magic to help Ning Que and Sang Sang escape, and in the subsequent escape journey, the priests of the Temple of Light have also been secretly helping them. At that time, Sangsang was the daughter of the Hades King, and the behavior of these people was difficult to understand in the eyes of outsiders, and for Daomen, it was an unbearable betrayal.

Xiling Temple was furious, especially the big figures such as the head of the sect, and they were even more angry about it, so a bloody purge and punishment began quietly inside the Daomen, in just a few months, I don't know how many people died, and what is even more terrifying is that the outside world doesn't know anything about it.

After the death of Chen Village, the Dao Hall of Qi State was transferred to the hands of a certain red-clothed priest who was in charge of the sect, and the subordinates who were loyal to the old priest were tortured very harshly, and the middle-aged priest was not spared as a cronie of Chen Village, and he dedicated all the large fortunes he had accumulated over the decades to the new red-clothed priest, and finally survived, but he could only do some chores in the Dao Palace, although he was still a priest, he could no longer have his previous status, inferior to ordinary deacons, and even the guards guarding the door dared to reprimand him like a dog.

The middle-aged priest thought that his life was like this, but he would rather endure endless humiliation than still refuse to leave the Dao Temple, because he wanted to continue to watch here for Chen Village, he wanted to wait for the revival of the Temple of Light, and most importantly, he was waiting for the young couple who had come to ask for medicine that year.

Those who believe in Haotian will have good fortune, this is the clear meaning of the opening sentence of the canon of Xiling Temple, and the middle-aged priest finally waited for his good fortune and waited for the arrival of Ning Que.

The spring rain was slightly cold, and the ground in front of the main gate of the Dao Hall was wet, Ning Que quietly listened to the middle-aged priest's account of his life in the past two years, and asked, "The Temple of Light...... What about the others?"

Tong guò middle-aged priest's answer, Ning Que knew. In that bloody purge, what kind of catastrophe did the Temple of Light, which had been weak for more than ten years, suffer, and the old guys sent by the Temple of Light to the countries were basically dead, and it was difficult to continue the inheritance.

The middle-aged priest wept bitterly as he spoke.

Ning Que was silent.

At this moment, Sang Sang's indifferent voice sounded in the carriage behind him: "Go in." ”

Last spring, the Temple of Light on Momoyama changed. There are many people in the Dao Gate who have vaguely guessed the truth, and the middle-aged priest is a member of the Temple of Light, even more so. He endured another year under the coercion of the new cardinal priest and the ridicule of the deacons because he had hope.

He knew the relationship between Ning Que and Haotian, and heard a sound in the carriage. His face suddenly became extremely pale, and his body trembled violently, as if he would faint in the next moment.

But at this moment, how could he be unconscious? The middle-aged priest bit the tip of his tongue, forcibly used the pain to wake himself up, and then desperately pushed the main entrance of the Dao Hall open.

The main entrance of the hall was thick and heavy, and it was as if he had used all his strength. His teeth rattled, his joints rattled, and the expression on his face was like crying and laughing, almost mad.

At this time, he was in charge of the affairs of the Daomen Qi State. It was the red-clothed priest who was in charge of the sect's favor, and the deacon's personal guards who were in charge of the security of the temple gate were naturally his cronies, and they were drinking and having fun around the fireplace behind the temple gate at this time.

Previously, the middle-aged priest pushed the door of the temple open a crack. The men were exasperated, and looked at him instead of listening. Instead, he pushed the door of the temple open completely, and couldn't help but be even more angry.

When the door of the temple opened, the wind and rain fell outside, the dust under the copper furnace blown by the cold wind drifted everywhere, and the rain washed away the broth in the copper pot, how could they not be angry?

"Are you crazy? didn't see us shabu-shabu!"

"If you don't close the door again, I'll whip you!"

The shouting and scolding kept ringing around the table.

If it was normal times, being so reprimanded by the cronies of these red-clothed priests, the middle-aged priest would have timidly admitted his mistake and then hurriedly remedied it, but today he did not react at all.

He took the reins and led the carriage to the temple, his expression humble, but there were no people in his eyes.

Looking at this scene, the deacons and guards felt a little surprised, some of them laughed angrily, and some of the deacons knocked on the edge of the pot with chopsticks and simply scolded.

Ning Que looked at these deacons and guards who were described as hateful, and couldn't help but shake his head when he thought of the believers outside the Dao Hall who were kowtowing in the rain to seek medical advice.

The deacon slammed the brass pot louder, and the curse became more and more filthy.

Ning Que's hand fell on the handle of the knife, and there was water on the handle, which was slightly cool.

He didn't make a move, because this was the Dao Temple.

The deacon who was scolding suddenly noticed something in the copper pot in front of him, and as soon as the boiling soup boiled, the thing suddenly began to exude a strong smell of meat.

The deacon was a little surprised, stretched out his chopsticks and swung in the soup, and found that it was a very tender piece of meat.

"Such a large piece of pig's mouth strips, don't say cut and then put it in the pot?"

He habitually complained and scolded, but found that he was just opening his mouth and not making a sound at all, and his companions at the table were shocked and strange when they looked at him.

Those people were like seeing ghosts.

The deacon was stunned, and then he realized that the front of his robe was covered with blood, and he screamed in panic, but he still couldn't scream, but spewed out a large shower of blood!

It was only then that he realized that his tongue had broken somewhere!

Your tongue is tumbling in the boiling soup!

His face was pale, his expression became muddy, and subconsciously, holding the chopsticks with a trembling hand, he reached into the soup to fish out the half-cooked piece of tongue.

At this time, a straight line of blood appeared on his wrist.

His right hand, holding chopsticks, broke off at the wrist and fell into the boiling hot pot soup, splashing countless soups.

The hot soup fell on him, and he didn't react at all, because he was already stupid.

The deacon's guards at the table were screaming at the heat, but their screams only lasted for a short time, because the next moment, they also lost their tongues.

At the main entrance of the Dao Hall, it suddenly became silent.

In the strange and terrifying atmosphere, the deacons and guards turned pale in pain and covered their mouths desperately, and the next moment, they finally woke up and ran desperately towards the temple.

Ning Que did not stop these people.

The carriage was still quiet.

The middle-aged priest pulled the reins. Looking at the backs of those people, it is like looking at the dead, they seem extremely indifferent, but in the deepest part of their eyes, there is a flame of revenge burning.

The alarm bell was loud in the hall, and the sound of armor and weapons colliding could be heard everywhere.

Walking to the depths of the Dao Hall, the carriage slowly stopped, and I saw hundreds of priests and deacons and heavily armed cavalry rushing from all directions of the Dao Hall. A tight encirclement was formed.

A red-clothed priest with an arrogant expression walked out of the crowd.

He looked at the middle-aged priest and Ning Que, as well as the seemingly ordinary carriage, and slowly raised his arms with an indifferent expression, his palms facing the gray sky where the rain was constantly falling.

"I don't care who you are. But this is the temple of Haotian! Let this seat send you to the deepest part of the netherworld with the most holy divine light in the name of Haotian!"

As the words fell, a divine glow slowly emerged from the palm of the red-clothed priest.

Ning Que found that this Haotian Divine Radiance was very pure, and couldn't help but be a little surprised, thinking that Xiong Chumo cleaned the Bright Temple, and the person he chose was really capable.

Look at the holy radiance. The hundreds of priests, deacons, and cavalry in the Dao Hall all showed awe on their faces, and even those few guys who were covered in blood covered in their mouths began to become excited. But they could never have imagined what would happen next.

That Haotian Divine Radiance fell directly on the red-clothed priest himself!

The crowd was stunned and didn't know what had happened. Some fools thought that this was the latest magic that the priest had comprehended, until they found that the adults in the flames were extremely painful!

The red-clad priest struggled desperately in the flames. He wanted to escape, to lie on the ground to extinguish the fire on his body, but he couldn't do anything but struggle ridiculously.

The holy flame burned violently on his body, and the divine robe on his body was instantly burned to ashes, and his skin was burned, revealing blood-colored flesh, which looked extremely miserable!

The power of Haotian Shenhui is extremely terrifying, it only takes an instant to burn copper and iron into juice, not to mention the human body, but for some reason, the red-clothed priest did not die instantly......

This is even more terrifying, because he has to endure the pain of ablation without stopping!

The curtain of the car was lifted slightly, and Sang Sang glanced at the scene expressionlessly.

The Haotian Divine Radiance on the red-clothed priest's body suddenly became more violent, but the speed of ablation became even slower, not only his body, but also began to burn his Dao heart!

Even the most devout Haotian fanatical believer in the Dao Heart couldn't bear this kind of physical and spiritual absolute pain at all, let alone this red-clothed priest who was obsessed with worldly pleasures?

In the raging flames, a terrible howl suddenly sounded!

This terrible howl directly broke through the spring rain falling above the Dao Palace, broke through the rain clouds in the sky above the capital of Qi Kingdom, and then fell into the streets and alleys of the capital, countless people.

In the capital of Qi State, hundreds of thousands of people heard a miserable howl from the spring rain at the same time!

This terrible howl was full of infinite pain and regret, so clear and profound, that those who heard the terrible howl felt that they had countless sins on their bodies, and they fell to their knees.

The hundreds of priests, deacons, and cavalry in the Dao Hall were even more so.

They had already fallen to their knees in the rain, and it was black.

Sang Sang's expression was a little tired, he ignored these people, and walked directly to the hall.

The people kneeling in the rain, looking at her big figure, were in infinite panic, wanting to attack, but found that their bodies trembled as if they were about to fall apart, where could they stand up?

The wind and rain outside the hall suddenly sounded like thunderous hooves.

A cavalry commander of the Xiling Temple came to the field, already soaking wet.

Looking at this person's armor, the people kneeling in the rain recognized his identity, their spirits lifted slightly, and their eyes showed a look of hope, thinking that the temple cavalry must be chasing a strong enemy.

No matter how powerful that woman was, how could she be an opponent of the Templars?, the people in the rain thought like this, but they didn't realize that today's events were beyond their imagination.

With a snap, the Templar Commander fell to his knees, and the rain splashed. He looked at Sangsang's back, touched the wet ground with his forehead, and didn't dare to lift it at all.

Ning Que looked at the commander and said, "Settle it out, don't be too noisy." ”

"Yes. Without hesitation, the Commander stood up and drew his saber from its sheath.

Hundreds of cavalry of the Xiling Shrine who were waiting in the rain quietly poured into the hall.

The people kneeling in the rain finally despaired.

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(Sangsang let Ning Que be the monarch and help Wu Lao Er marry a concubine, it came from Armstrong's paragraph, a few volumes ago, when I first started writing, some readers have already guessed how to play in the end, so I naturally won't forget to play, I write a book, a lot of it comes from playing with you like this, Daqing suddenly rained, colder than the spring rain, I'm like Sangsang, I also have a little cold, today and tomorrow are one chapter, the day after tomorrow and the day after tomorrow will write three chapters.) ）